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He let is fall and heard the metalic clunk as his badge hit the stony track. As he dropped his stetson, the man with the shotgun, who had followed him down from the ridge, picked up his shirt and caught his hat in mid-air.
"Okay Marshal," he said, "head for the corral yonder, the Boss is waiting for you."
Chapter 9
Bradburn walked his horse along the side of an outhouse. turned left and there was the large corral. A dozen or so men, some leaning against the fence, some sitting of the top rail, watched silently as he approached As he neared the gate a ranch hand stepped forward and grabbed his horse's bridle, "Okay
Marshal, that's far enough, down." Bradburn climbed down and as the hand led his horse away, turned to face the silent staring men."Wowee, look at that boner," one of the men shouted. Another whistled and several laughed. But the laughter sounded forced, almost nervous and ceased abuptly, seeming to heighten the growing tension. Bradburn marched into the corral and stopped staring. The furthest end was formed by the side of a barn and Corky had been lashed, spreadeagled, ro its wide doorframe. He was naked. except for his boots, and his thick cock jutted out from a thick bush of ginger hair. Bradburnm felt his guts tighten and turned his eyes to look at Ohlson. He was bare-chested and he stood, legs wide apart, his crossed arms making his biceps look enormous. The bulge in his levis had never looked so impressive but it was the bullwhip he held that got Bradburn's attention. "My God, you bastard, if you've..."
"I haven't touched him, Viking snapped.. "This rawhide is for you, if 'n yr man enough to take it. Put yr hands behind yr back."
"Not until you release him."
"I ain't gonna cut him down til you submit." Bradburn squared his shoulders and glared at Viking.
"Okay mister, if that's how its to be," Viking snarled and striding round behind Corky, raised the whip
"No, for Christ's sake," Bradburn shouted and put his hands behind his back. The stubbled man quickly wrapped a length of rope around the hairy wrists and, as he knotted it roughly, Viking roared with laughter. He flung an arm around Corky's neck and Bradburn was amazed to hear the Deputy say, "Told yer Viking, the only brains he's got are between his legs." Corky joined in the laughter and awful truth began to dawn on the Marshal. Vikinmg cut Corky down and,laughter gone, he turned back to look at Bradburn's anguished face. Corky's betrayal was like a knife in Bradburn's guts and Viking savoured the moment. He sauntered up to the stricken, bound man and sneered, "In Sweden, we say that a man with no brains feels no pain. I hope that's not true Marshal, cos I've got a lot of it lined up for you." Bradburn made no reply as he watched Corky pulling on his clothes. "What d'yah say to that, eh Marshal?" Bradburn turned his eyes back to the man taunting him and Viking saw that they now blazed with anger, as he snarled, "No much Ohlson, you always had a big mouth." Viking
stepped back and gave Bradburn a tremendous backhand which rocked him on his feet then snapped his head back with an equally hard slap. "You'll learn to be nice to me Marshal," Viking said and drove his fist into Bradburn's belly. He grunted and, staggering back a pace, was backhanded and cuffed savagely. Tears welled up in his eyes and his ears rang as bracing himself, he saw Corky come forward and push Viking aside. "Why?" he said looking down into the Deputy's leering face.
"Because I hate your fucking guts, you arrogsnt ape," Corky snapped and brought his knee up hard into the Marshal's balls. Bradburn grunted loudly and as his body bucked forward, Corky's knee came up again, even harder. Viking put a hand on the Deputy's shoulder, "Easy mister, remember where he's goin'. I don't want no riled Mexicans comin' lookin' for me. Sure hurt the son-of-bitch as much as
you like, but don't injure 'im." Corky grinned and slammed his knee again into Bradburn's balls. The Marshal grunted and his body sagged but he did't go down. Pain speared up into his guts, igniting a feverish excitement that surged through his body and he lifted his bearded chin off his hairy chest and slowly straightened up. Corky looked the pale tear-streaked face and saw the excitement glittering in the dark eyes. As he dropped his gaze to the massive wide-spread thighs and the awesome bulge between them, made by Bradburn's huge bruised balls, a thought, impossible though it seemed, flitted across his mind. Was this tough bastard asking for it?? But too consumed by sadistic lust to care, he brushed it aside.
Knuckles on hips, Viking watched the young man with growing respect as he twice more drove his knee into Bradburn' bollocks with just the right amount of force. The ranch hands watched silently, most of them a little uneasy at the sight of the punishment dished out to anothers manhood. But when after the sixth blow, Bradburn's legs buckled and he dropped to his knees and pitched forward into the dust, they gave a ragged cheer. Viking had forgotten they were there and gave a start, "What the fuck are you men still doing here," he shouted? Pointing to the stubble-chinned man he yelled, You, Walt, get the men back to work. We've got a ranch to run."
"Ahh boss, can't we jist..... "
"Do it, or by Christ, I'll horsewhip you." For the first time, Corky looked at the lean, muscular unshaven man and seeing the big glans jutting against the paper-thin denim of his threadbare pants
wondered why he had not noticed him before.
"Okay, Okay," Walt replied, his face a mask of disappointment, as he turned to the hands, "Come on you guys, move it. You heard the boss." Corky watched Walt herd the men away, his eyes lingering
on the man's tight rounded ass.
"On your feet Bradburn," Viking snarled. As the Marshal pulled himself painfully to his feet, Viking shoved him roughly, "Git in the barn, move."
Viking lashed Bradburn's arms to a stout post, supporting the barn roof. "Dont worry, Marshal, I ain't forgot your flogging. Need to warm you up some so 'un you can 'preciate it.." Then reaching out he grabbed hold of the Marshal's wide studded belt. Bradburn's hairy abs twitched reflexively as Viking undid the large, ornate buckle. Easing the studs through the loops, he pulled the belt free, and grasped it by the buckle. As Bradburn watched him wrap the heavy belt a couple of times around his fist, he knew what Viking was going to do. The excitement that he'd felt when he'd been beaten in the corral,
welled up again. His body had a will of its own and he groaned inwardly as his breathing quickened and he began to sweat. Viking's lips twisted in a snarl of lust as he looked at Bradburn's large plump nipples, jutting from their nests of black hair, and lifted the belt. There was a loud staccato crack as the belt struck the Marshal and he grunted and jerked against the ropes. But it was a reflex action only, not the pain, as the burning sting of the studded belt fuelled his growing excitement. Swinging hard and wide, Viking began to lash Bradburn's pecs. The marshal dropped his head back against the post and held his body rigid as the studs, unerringly, struck his nipples again and again. The sharp stings merged into one burning pain that grew steadily more intense and Bradburn grit his teeth for fear that the exquisite agony would make him blurt out the unthinkable. Then Viking turned his attention to the rest of his chest and slowly worked down over his hairy belly.
Corky was in a feverish state of excitement as he looked at Bradburn's rigid cock srtraining against his levis. The whole area around the jutting glans was soaked with what Corky guessed was spunk until he moved closer and saw that it was precum. Christ, this son-on-a-bitch was horny, th thought, and he recalled his earlier notion. But before he could speculate further, Viking lowered his arm and kneaded his biceps
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